A coy smile played across her ash dusted lips as the enthusiasm in Dexter's voice rings in her ears. Despite the desire to let her focus remain on the Taviora queen, the little silverling turns to let her searching eyes linger upon the brilliant green of the large male. In this moment he reminds her of a Cheshire cat, his grin spread wide across his hansom muzzle and his tawny tail waving back and forth in excitement and delight. The very sight of him and his boyish excitement causes her heart to flutter. There was something about him, here and now, in the element of the snow blanketed forest that made her want to see more. She loved seeing him like this.

Zelda speaks again and once more her attention draws almost reluctantly away from Dexter to fix the russet and cream woman with her steady silver blue eyes. The smile upon the queen's face is gentle and almost shy as she encourages Talien to simply refer to her as Zelda. A single dial flickers as Dexter comments on the queen's modesty and for the briefest of moments there is a flicker of awe that flashes through her eyes. So much. At a considerably young age the woman who appeared to be no older or younger than Talien herself had managed to gain so much and set forth a path that no doubt would be marked in the history of this world. It was something that deserved respect. "Truly actions deserving of greatness..." she remarks gently, letting her words linger for a moment before continuing again. "I am honored to be greeted by one so great. I hope that I can somehow prove myself worthy to become a member of your pack." she remarks, letting her words hang between them for a moment, her proud head dipping ever so slightly to the russet queen again. Vaguely she remembered her, vaguely she remembered the day that the gods had called to her soul and her eyes had met the black wolf of the ocean pack. He was her imprint. Thor. But he was not the one that made her heart flutter or her sense of being feel such happiness. True she felt... something that day... but thanks to the large numbers gathered that day, it had been only a brief meeting of the eyes before the pair had parted ways. No doubt he had returned to his ocean pack and she... to Dexter. None the less, it is that vague realization that reminds her that she had met Zelda before... and despite recognizing that same regal aura that hung about her... she had no idea the history behind the woman until Dexter offered up what little insight polite conversation dictated. She made a mental note to ask him more later, to gain as much information about him and his extended family as possible... after all, she wanted to learn all she could about the hansom dragga.

The feel of Dexter's muzzle against her shoulder brought her back to the present now as she turns to fix him with a gentle smile before turning back to Zelda. "I do not want to keep you Zelda..." she murmurs, tilting her head to where the precious bundle of drying herbs in the rabbit fur bundle still lay for the moment abandoned. "We have already kept you long enough and I am sure whatever other questions I have Dexter can answer.." she finishes shifting her weight to let her shoulder nudge the brawny male affectionately. She blinks slowly at Zelda, her gentle smile warm and encouraged. She didn't want to brush the queen aside but at the same time, she was eager to spend more time with Dexter and to see that boyish excitement in action.